Life, According to my iPhone.

The past couple of weeks have been a straight-up WHIRLWIND.

I feel like Dorothy. One minute she’s flipping pancakes in Kansas, and the next thing she knows her house is spinning up into the sky until she is unceremoniously dumped in Oz.

What’s up, Oz?

In the spirit of it’s Monday and I haven’t had enough coffee, we’re going to ease back into this thing with some iPhone pictures. Starting with THIS little heartbreaker:

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This is my sister Emily. She’s starting her first day of high school today and I JUST CAN’T. She was a toddler when I was in high school, and when my Mom would roll up in our oversized white mini van to pick up my brothers and I, Em would hang her chubby little pig-tailed head out the window and excitedly shriek, “ASSSSSSSSSS! ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!”  until I made it to the car.

To nobody’s surprise, my entire high school called me “Ass”.

The other day while picking out her first day of school outfit, Emily confided that last year on the first day of high school, the seniors pelted unsuspecting freshmen with water balloons. White-hot-RAGE welled up inside of me at the thought of someone dousing my little sister’s cute pink shirt with water, and I told her that if anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, to just let me know.

In unrelated news, if you hear about seniors in North Carolina being duct-taped to the roof of a school bus, simply carry on. Nothing to see, here.

Also, this.

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Togetherfest 2013–my Africa team’s annual beach weekend. Y’ALL. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a thousand times over, if you move to a third world country with five other people you’ll emerge best friends, or not at all. There were days that we nearly killed each other, but these people are my family. Mostly because they have enough dirt on me to squelch any aspirations of running for political office I’ve ever had. ;)

And then this.

photo (13)Bless his heart, I arrived back in New York only to find these lovelies sitting in my SPARKLING CLEAN HOUSE. Sometimes love is a bouquet of flowers, and sometimes’s it’s a clean toilet. I  don’t hate it when it’s both! To my unabashed amusement, I opened the barren wasteland masquerading as our refrigerator and discovered mustard, four different kinds of beer and TWIZZLERS.

Kellan’s culinary existence is like an extended episode of Nine Year Olds Gone Wild when I’m gone. Happily, I always come back. :)

Happy Monday, friends!

Comments

  1. Debbi Howard says:

    So glad you’re back. I’ve missed your posts! Looks like you’ve been having a good time, ASS!

  2. Twizzlers in the refrigerator?

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